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The shuffling sound draws Alec's attention, and she looks up from the textbook she is reading.

Lychee has been squirming around a lot on her bed, seeking heat in the cold winter. Alec too is bundled up pretty well, seeing as the heater doesn't work as well as she'd like, but she has been unable to go buy a new one thus far because of the weather.

She is trying to study, but the snake man's movements are distracting. He sniffles as though he's still cold, too, even as he's wrapped in all her blankets and is wearing more than one thick sweater. The whole cold blooded thing doesn't do nagas any favours during winter, clearly, and she has to wonder, not for the first time, why he hasn't gone into hibernation. She is pretty sure that is a thing that snakes do during winter. But maybe snakefolk are different, and don't. It seems inconvenient to her. And annoying, because he is causing a lot of noise.

They’ve known each other for a while, and she had been surprised to find him awake and slithering about in the snowfall, when it hadn’t been as bad. She had invited him to stay with her for a little while, at least until things let up, but this far, the snow was still falling days later. Alec is getting tired of being hospitable.

Alec gets up from her desk, and when Lychee notices her trudge through the room and pick up her keys, he asks, "Are you going to get tea again?" He sounds like he wants some, even though he has commented before that she has run out of the tasty bags. Which is solely his fault, as he likes to chew on them as he drinks, rather than just putting them in the water to steep; he needs more than one bag at a time to be able to get any considerable flavour besides hot water as a result. Alec hums absentmindedly, closing the door behind her.

All students have a storage space that they share, and Alec rummages through until she finds what she knows she has seen some of her floormates leave some while ago after their last camping trip during late autumn. The sleeping bags are a pain to carry, but she still manages. She heads back to her room, and as she closes the door she makes sure to double-lock it. Lychee peers at her with confusion in his colourful face, a frown on his thick orange eyebrows.

"Get out of all the blankets and stuff," Alec tells him. Lychee grumbles, and she has to insist. "I got an idea that might help, so stop whining and move it." With several annoyed sighs, Lychee slithers his way out of the bundle he is wrapped in. Meanwhile, Alex opens up the sleeping bags and spreads them on the floor, zipping them together to form one big open bag. Lychee slides over to help her, his long claws a bit of a hindrance as he works.

"Lie down here," she tells him, gesturing to the mattress of sleeping bags. With furrowed eyebrows, Lychee does as she says, slithering to the middle of the makeshift carpet. Alec picks up one of her sweaters, discarded by the currently naked snake man, and pushes it over his head. He grunts in protest. "This one's too small," he objects, as his head is forced out through the neck hole. His long hair presses against his throat, and he squirms as he can't get his arms to move up to the sleeves. That specific sweater is definitely too small for him; it’s almost too small for Alec, who has only kept it because she hasn't bothered to toss it out yet. Now, she finds it to be pretty convenient as an improvised restraining device. Lychee is still trying to worm his way back out of the sweater when she picks up the rope that she purposefully had discarded just by the door before Lychee had seen it.

The rope is sturdy blue plastic, scratching against the snake scales that contrasted the bright blue with greens and oranges. Lychee lets out a whine, and protests again. "Hey, that hurts. What're you doing?" Alec ignores him, securing his arms against his sides and looping the rope around his tail to pull him into a snake pretzel.

He’s a big guy, and it’s a bit of a challenge, but she was once a scout and had gotten every knot related badge there was available at the time. Soon, the snake man lays squirming against the sleeping bags, wincing at the feeling of the ropes and zippers scratching at his skin and scales.

He is getting pretty loud, and though Alec knows that her flatmates don't care too much because everyone is getting irritable in the current weather that necessitates them to stay indoors all the time, she doesn't want Lychee to start to call out words that actually will attract attention.

So Alec goes to her underwear drawer, pulls out a gag she had hidden under her socks, and stalks over to Lychee. She crouches over him, sitting down on his arm and chest. He barely gets out a "No, wait-" before she forces the ball gag between his fangs, and secures the strap at the back of his head. His voice grows muffled, and she hears his breath go through the holes in the gag. He still isn't quiet enough, though.

Moving back to her still open underwear drawer, with Lychee's eyes wide and following her every movement, Alec searches until she finds a latex mask, one that will cover a persons entire head. "This thing'd be incredibly uncomfortable for you to wear," she points out, motioning to her ears and meaning his long, pointed ones. "And it'd be pretty hard to breathe, too. If you don't want to wear it, you keep quiet, alright? Then I might let you loose after I'm done studying."

Lychee sniffles and gurgles, but he nods. Pleased, Alec drops the hood on his chest to be a constant reminder for him, and she turns back to her desk.

She has more than one paper to write, since, as nobody could get to the lecture halls, the teachers had decided that it was a perfect time to give everyone extra homework to kill time.

Alec writes, managing to ignore Lychee's breathing. He is doing his best, she can tell, even though he sometimes slurps around the gag as he tries to swallow his saliva. It is a pretty hot sound, all things considered. If only he didn't have a cock, or if only he had breasts. As she presses the close button on the most recently finished essay that needed to lay in wait before she edited it, one of Alec's hands slides down between her legs. She isn't the least bit into guys, but she can fantasize pretty well, and pretend that she has a lady naga laying on her floor instead of a man. She closes her eyes, leans back in her chair, and slides her fingers over her cunt through her sweatpants.

Her fingers work through the fabric, and it is not difficult for her to stroke herself enough to feel the wetness of her arousal through all the layers of fabric. Alec whimpers as her cunt clench, and the need for direct contact has her soon sliding her hand under her trousers and panties. She bends forward, her fingers rubbing at her nub, sliding in between her lips. She coats her fingers in her slick, and slips one inside. Her labia has already opened up, and it is easy to work herself knuckle deep. Her forehead rests against her desk top while her other hand clenches the chair she sits on. She pants loudly, barely hearing Lychee’s whimpers any more. But she hears his gurgles as he swallows, and she imagines plusher, fuller lips around the gag, still with those sharp fangs poking out and catching in the gags holes. She imagines a shining chest rise in two pert mounds, rather than a muscular chest. She imagines how she might seat herself on a woman naga’s face and ride it for minutes on end. Nose rubbing against that perfect spot that would make her squirt into the snake's face.

Alec lets out a moan as her body shakes, her imagination taking control of her fingers. She comes hard, spraying her clothes with cum. She goes limp as the orgasm leaves her shivering, and she pants heavily. "...fuck," she mutters. "I needed that." For a few minutes she stays slumped over her desk, unmoving. She can hear Lychee’s breathing again, mixed with his wet swallows. "Fuck." It is an arousing sound. She won't be able to work like this.

Legs still shivering slightly, Alec gets to her feet, stepping over Lychee on her way to her little bathroom. She throws her clothes in the laundry basket, knowing that she would probably need to run a wash the next day. The shower is a heaven-sent, relaxing her body from the post-orgasm tenseness that has started to settle in after the bliss passed.

Dressed in clean clothes and a towel around her hair, Alec stops in her room to look down at Lychee. He looks up at her with pleading eyes, none of his usual irritability visible in his expression. "This isn't working," she points out. Lychee shakes his head vigorously as Alec bends forward to pick up the mask. She shifts around to sit on top of him, and it really feels good to have her sensitive cunt shift against his chest, even through the layers of clothing. Lychee continues to shake his head, struggling to break free from the ropes tying his long tail into the intricate pretzel it had turned into. He doesn't still until Alec slaps him hard in the face. Freezing in place with his head still turned to the side from the force she had used, Lychee finally allows Alec to pull the hood down over his head.

It sits snug around his face, and she buckles the strap around his throat in place. When she gets up and looks him over, he looks like an absurd present, ready for unwrapping at some kinky Christmas event. Well, she might as well wrap him up completely, she supposes, since she already has gotten so far. And the sleeping bags are there for a reason.

Alec pulls at the open flaps to the sleeping bag, zipping them up all the way. With the drawstrings of the bags, she pulls it into a tightly wound package that closes over his head. She moves over to her closet, pulling out the items on the bottom. Lychee wriggles unhelpfully, trying to escape the confines of the bags as she pushes him into the space she has made for him in the closet. She has to prop him up with the drawstrings at the top hooked around some hangers, but eventually she manages to fit him inside without the door coming open.

Pleased with her work and finally unable to hear Lychee's noises, Alec returns to her desk to continue working. She isn't into guys at all, but she absolutely is into imagining he is a woman and getting off on the sounds that he makes. Besides, even a man can be useful as a sex tool. He will make a nice toy for as long as he might last.

Blanket State